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"Thank you child." My mother said as she slowly made her way
over to the bench outside of our house. She sat down and watched as
I began to shovel a line of holes so we could plant potatoes.
I set the shovel down and kneeled into the damp dirt so I could
widen the holes enough to plant the potatoes.
